Sep 08, 2005 18:30
On the bed, there are a pile of books. Mostly Poe.
Two of them lie open - one Poe, and one musical composition book. From behind a faded cloak that wraps the small body like a blanket emerges a pale hand, copying notes from the margins of Ulalume onto the notated stafflines.
The hand is shaking a little.
Random Frequent Flyer Dent, known as Lyrae Dent, called Annabel, called Freyr, is very very cold. But she isn't telling anyone. There's no one to tell.